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I Have Finally Come To Realize
I have finally come to realise
Child dont do what I have done
Cut my nose to spite my face
Made my own odds 10,000 to one
I saw the empire slowly fade away
Tried to grasp it with my hand
Then I saw that it was not up to me
Im just one tiny, tiny grain of sand
Oh, sweet release, oh how you soothe me
When I let go, I love how you use me
I have finally come to realise
Its something theyre doing that theyre doing that we find
A certain way that we can live our lives
And Im takin some peace of mind
Oh, sweet release, oh how you soothe me
And when I let go, and when I let go
I love how you use me
I have finally come to realise
Its something theyre doing that theyre doing that we find
A certain way that we can live our lives
And Im takin some peace of mind
I have finally come to realise, yes I have
Child dont do, child dont do what I have done
I cut my nose, I cut my nose to spite my face
I made my own odds 10,000 to one
I cut my nose to spite my face
I made my own odds 10,000 to one
One more time
I cut my nose, I cut my nose
I cut my nose to spite my face
I made my own odds 10,000 to one
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sorry
What's the matter with your life
Did someone come and shoot your with wife
Just as you planned
Will you live or will you die
Are you that butterfly
That never lands
Set aside these vacant rules
Break them now and don't get fooled again
Sorry
How many times must I say
Life is not a cake to seperate
What do I have to do
To save you from worry
Cut off my nose
To spite my face
When you look into these eyes
Do you see civilised
Or son of Sam
Will you love or do you hate
Why do you hestitate yeah
Sorry
How many times must I say
Life is not a cake to seperate
What do I have to do
To save you from worry
Cut off my nose
To spite my face
Time is an arrow
You are the bow
Shoot it now to seal your own fate
Get a life
song performed by by Tears For Fears from Raoul & The Kings Of Spain
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Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
poem by Jack Prelutsky
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Nose
No one cares for the nose
To go nose straight is the tao
If there were no eyes
You could see better with your nose
If there were no nose
you wouldnot distinguish the sweet from the bitter
And there would be no value judgements in the world
And it is the nose that keeps you hot in the cold
And that keeps you cold in Jakodabad
The nose is the vigilant customs officer
That does not allow any drug to your lungs
And the nose cannot be bribed
Oh Nose! the customs officer of the body
And the pivot of value judgement in the world
If that name thou love
Remain with us and teach the noseless world
That it must have a nose in this wartorn world
He who knows the greatness of nose
Surely goes to the realm of rose
In the life to come
Hurrah Let us compose hymns to nose
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Welcome Vicissitude
In spite of big bribes given to me,
I understand this is just temporary.
Mindfulness! it brightens my brain.
Dare to welcome any gain.
In spite of being destroyed in soil,
I can stand with stars in my eyes.
Mindfulness! it's my secret suit.
Dare to welcome any lose.
In spite of pukka popularity,
I understand this won't be eternally.
Mindfulness! it directs not to be vain.
Dare to welcome any fame.
In spite of lowest position,
I can stand with brave actions.
Mindfulness! it shows how to maintain.
Dare to welcome any defame.
In spite of speaking in honor of me,
I understand I shouldn't respond conceitedly.
Mindfulness! it's the best way to face.
Dare to welcome any praise.
In spite of gossip to me,
I can stand without depravity.
Mindfulness! it's trump card for my aim.
Dare to welcome any blame.
In spite of typical tycoon,
I understand all will dissolve soon.
Mindfulness! it's my fortune-calculator.
Dare to welcome any pleasure.
In spite of abysmal poverty,
I can stand with honesty.
Mindfulness! it guides me to tame.
Dare to welcome any pain.
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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The Most Visible Mask
you have loved the most visible mask i have
my face
everyday, this face, tomorrow this face, yesterday
this face
you are proud of my nose, and you tell all your friends about
it
aquiline, conquest of a nose, occupying almost all parts
of your territory
not even the hands but this face
the mouth that eats you
the eyes that close when
i kiss you
the tongue that maps out
what has to be found when lost
this face, the most visible mask
inside
is the real face, the face of my mind
it is thinking something else
all these years
the invisible mask is silent
tomorrow shall be the scorn
you must bear it,
you are fond of the most visible
though not really enduring.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wish
What would it be like if,
We forgot all our woes,
What would it be like if,
We still had our pure souls,
There's little chance we'll know,
But together there's hope,
So take my shaking hand,
And we'll make memories,
We will make time stand still,
We will have our fears killed,
I won't spite the purest,
You won't spite the fairest,
We will claim what we will,
We will be soon fulfilled,
We won't spite the dearest,
Because it will be us,
You won't spite the finest,
I won't spite the richest,
We won't spite the bravest,
Because it will be us,
As long as we don't wake,
And break our cherished spell,
As long as we can make,
Seeds of heartache dispel.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Spiteface
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Smashing Pumpkins - Spiteface
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Your words will one day spite your face
And another mouth will come and take its place
It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry
I will never understand the motive drive
Muck..You..Up..Muck
In a dream I wander on
To the bell tower.. writing songs
So I crumple this page, and rip it up
Never piece my broken heart to you
Muck..You..Up..Muck
Your words will one day spite your face
And another mouth will come and take its place
It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry
I will never understand the motive drive
Muck
Your words, will spite your face
Your words, will spite your face
Spiteface
Spiteface
Spiteface
Spiteface
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Despite
The terrible things that the Governor
Of Kansas says alarm me;
And yet somehow we won the war
In spite of the Regular Army.
The things they say of the old N.G.
Are bitter and cruel and hard;
And yet we walloped the enemy
In spite of the National Guard.
Too late, too late, was our work begun;
Too late were our forces sent;
And yet we smeared the horrible Hun
In spite of the President.
"What a frightful flivver this Baker is!"
Cried many a senator;
And yet we handed the Kaiser his
In spite of the Sec. of War.
A sadly incompetent, sinful crew
Is that of the recent fight;
And yet we put it across, we do,
In spite of a lot of spite.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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The Sniffle
In spite of her sniffle
Isabel's chiffle.
Some girls with a sniffle
Would be weepy and tiffle;
They would look awful,
Like a rained-on waffle,
But Isabel's chiffle
In spite of her sniffle.
Her nose is more red
With a cold in her head,
But then, to be sure,
Her eyes are bluer.
Some girls with a snuffle,
Their tempers are uffle.
But when Isabel's snivelly
She's snivelly civilly,
And when she's snuffly
She's perfectly luffly.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Suspecting is inborn
In spite of intimacy,
In spite of privacy,
And in spite of secrecy,
No woman of repute
Budged an inch to my wish.
Yet, I am beset with doubts
When my woman is closeted
With men acquaintances.
23.05.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why Do You Bob Your Nose, Girl ?
(kinky friedman)
Why do you bob your nose, girls, it does not look so nice,
If it' s just to keep in fashion, it's not the lord's advice.
Well, you mangle mother nature and brave the lord's command
You care about your nose, girls, and reach the glory land.
Why do you bob your nose, girls, it's not the thing to do,
Run with that nose and some day the lord may say to you:
You naughty little booger, you honky tonkin' hose
But at least i'm glad for one thing: you'sll never bob your nose.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Taught To Be Professionally Combative
I would not categorize myself,
By using any means of limitation.
Some who live without missions,
Or causes...
Would not understand my commitment.
Nor do I campaign my efforts.
I will say I am direct.
Pleasant and respectful to a fault.
However...
I do not mind coming face to face,
Or nose to nose...
With anyone who assumes,
My life has not been lived...
Without challenges.
I prefer to be peaceful.
But...
I also have been taught to be,
Professionally combative!
Both as a performing artist,
As an ex-military man...
AND having survived marriage.
So...
I am mentally equipped to deal,
With anyone on several levels.
And living alone on my own...
In a few distant cities,
Has given me a lot of insight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Firewalker
My hopes are like embers lying around inside a firebed and
Your mind is a firewalker, it steps on them like they are dead but
I can grow
In spite of all you know
You might not recognize me tomorrow
Yes I can change
In spite of all they say
Become something strange and beautiful
Like joy, like joy
Me, I'm like a wild flame that catches on whatever's near but
Your mind is a firewalker, it sets its course and never veers but
I can grow
In spite of all you know
You might not recognize me tomorrow
Yes I can change
In spite of all they say
Become something strange and beautiful
Like joy, like joy
Take offers from every side and give my attentions about anywhere well
Do I recognize my actions, I look like I'm so unaware like
I don't care
But I can grow
In spite of all you know
You might not recognize me tomorrow
Yes I can change
In spite of all they say
Become something strange and beautiful
Like joy, like joy
song performed by by Liz Phair
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There was an Old Man with a nose,
Who said, 'If you choose to suppose,
That my nose is too long,
You are certainly wrong!'
That remarkable Man with a nose.
by Edward Lear from A Book of Nonsense (1846)
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O! What a nose!
People talk about a running nose
I'm talking about a long facial cargo
She’s got a nose longer than my longest toes
With a mission of being nosy as time goes
Please don’t get close
When she discloses
Her loud snoring doze
Don’t be like the heroes
Goodness gracious
O! What a nose!
Goodness gracious
What a precious nose pose!
Painted as red as a romantic rose
Standing long like my garden pipe hose
And as she sniffs, sneezes and exposes
I cannot help thinking of Pinocchio’s nose
Goodness gracious
O! What a nose!
Goodness gracious
Red and long when it snows
And this nose is nosy
She can smell a rat, cat or a bat
When you are getting cozy
In your one bedroom flat
O! What a nose!
In and out juice flows
And when she smells the air
They all cannot help but stare
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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In Spite Of Ourselves
She dont like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the easter bunny
Shes my baby Im her honey
Im never gonna let her go
He aint got laid in a month of sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin my undies
He aint too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like its oxygen
Hes my baby
And Im his honey
Never gonna let him go
In spite of ourselves
Well end up asittin on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, were the big door prize
Were gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There wont be nothin but big old hearts
Dancin in our eyes.
She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin
And keeps on tickin
Im never gonna let her go.
Hes got more balls than a big brass monkey
Hes a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and hes howlin at the moon
Hes my baby I dont mean maybe
Never gonna let him go
In spite of ourselves
Well end up asittin on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, were the big door prize
Were gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There wont be nothin but big old hearts
Dancin in our eyes.
There wont be nothin but big old hearts
Dancin in our eyes.
(spoken) in spite of ourselves
song performed by by John Prine
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My Nose Is Growing Old
Yup.
A long lazy September look
in the mirror
say it's true.
I'm 31
and my nose is growing
old.
It starts about 1/2
an inch
below the bridge
and strolls geriatrically
down
for another inch or so:
stopping.
Fortunately, the rest
of the nose is comparatively
young.
I wonder if girls
will want me with an
old nose.
I can hear them now
the heartless bitches!
"He's cute
but his nose
is old."
poem by Richard Brautigan
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Alone
I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give --
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.
I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;
With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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